[Jimmy startles back into the cell. He stands up against the back wall before realizing this was obviously a bad choice. He should have gone the other way, but it's too late now. For a few seconds, he's waiting for Arthas to attack him. When he doesn't, the man takes a few deep breaths to try and get his pulse back to normal and rubs his breastbone, over his heart.]

We're nothing alike. And I don't know what the hell possessed a thing like you, but it wasn't an angel. Castiel's saved my family before, and he means well, and if he has to run around in my body to save the world that's what he's allowed to do. I trust him to leave when he says he's going to leave. I don't care what you think about that. You don't know a thing about me, and you know even less about him.

Thanks for the vacation. If you don't mind, I'm going back to sleep now.

[his eyes dart towards the open door.]